The Jazz Singer

Jess Robin:
Hello?

Bubba:
So how's my favorite white man?

Jess Robin:
Bubba! How's L.A.? You still working on your tan?

Bubba:
[laughs] Every day, Jess, every day.

Molly Bell:
Honey what happened? What was that all about?

Jess Robin:
When a Jew mourns somebody dead, they tear a piece of their clothing.

Molly Bell:
Who's dead?

Jess Robin:
[bitterly] I am.

Heckler:
No! No everybody! That ain't no brother! That's a white boy!

People in crowd:
What?

Heckler:
Get off the stage!

Jess Robin:
Leo, why don't you go ask Tillie to dance?

Leo:
I'm resting.

Jess Robin:
Just go ask her to dance, please.

Leo:
There's no music.

Jess Robin:
Leo, please! Go ask Tillie to dance!

Leo:
I'll dance.

Jess Robin:
Jess, welcome to California.

Molly Bell:
No, wait now! Welcome to California.

Molly Bell:
I'm with Keith Lennox productions. Molly. Molly Bell. That's what they call me. My real name is a lot longer.

Jess Robin:
So's mine.

Molly Bell:
Belengocavela?

Jess Robin:
Rabinovitch?

Molly Bell:
Oh. That's not bad.

Jess Robin:
He's just kidding around, right?

Molly Bell:
No, they're doing it for real.

Jess Robin:
This song's supposed to be a ballad.

Paul Rossini:
That's his style, mister. Made him a millionaire.

Jess Robin:
Yeah, but the thing is it's too fast. You can't hear the words.

Paul Rossini:
Yeah, that's why we brought you down here. He changed the tempo. You got to change the lyrics.

Keith Lennox:
Hold it! HOLD IT! What are you playing? I told you three... how many times... Three times I've told you, it's too slow! Don't you understand, it's too slow. I want it faster, all right? Faster. Da da da da, all right? Boom boom boom boom!

Paul Rossini:
We can hear the "boom boom" in here, darling. It really sounds wonderful...

Keith Lennox:
I don't give a monkey's what you can hear, all right?

Paul Rossini:
But we're going to...

Keith Lennox:
Shut it! Just shut it, all right?

Keith Lennox:
[to Jess] Thank you. That was, um, very nice. Now why don't you just piss off and take those four clowns with you.

Bubba:
Boom boom boom! I want more boom boom boom! I want more boom boom boom!

Jess Robin:
You overlook the beach?

Molly Bell:
Sometimes, the rent.

Molly Bell:
Pretend you don't know me.

Eddie Gibbs:
Don't tell me Mr. Wonderful is back?

Molly Bell:
And just in time for Zany's Autumn Special in New York.

Eddie Gibbs:
Are you kidding? He walked out on Zany last year. The answer is no.

Molly Bell:
One song, Eddie, that's all I'm asking.

Eddie Gibbs:
No!

Molly Bell:
You owe him!

Eddie Gibbs:
He took a hike. Who remembers him?

Molly Bell:
His album went gold.

Eddie Gibbs:
A year ago.

Molly Bell:
I'll bet your commission paid for this car?

Eddie Gibbs:
Where can I drop you?

Molly Bell:
New York.

Eddie Gibbs:
Forget it!

Molly Bell:
Damn it! You owe him!

Eddie Gibbs:
I hate him!

Molly Bell:
I love him!

Eddie Gibbs:
All right, one number, scale. One song, two and a half minutes.

Molly Bell:
Three.

Eddie Gibbs:
Two and a half!

Molly Bell:
Oh, all right, two and a half.

Eddie Gibbs:
All right, three.

Molly Bell:
Aw, thanks, Eddie.

Eddie Gibbs:
You win. Three and a half.

Molly Bell:
Oooooooo, thank you, Eddie!